“Stop! Please, you can’t do this!”

Late at night, an elderly man clung desperately to the leg of a masked thug, begging him to stop.

“Damn it, get off me!”

Thwack!

The man kicked the elder to the ground and began rifling through the meager belongings in his house.

“Hah, living alone must suck. Not much here. But there’s a decent stash of food—probably from that recent distribution. Got the next house picked out?”

Turning to his accomplices, the man asked. A few nodded in response.

“Yes, we’ve already marked a suitable one. Let’s move quickly.”

“Good, let’s go. We’ve …